Button Up - Camphor

My, oh, my, what a halo on the moon tonight

Tiny little voices shoot from every electronic device

Ceiling stars fade and the blankets are colder than ice

Promises mingle with a crowd of disappointed sighs

Water drops drizzle from the joinst between all of the pipes

She is no afraid, she just prefers to sleep with the lights

All the elements are here

Fire, water, blood and fear

It’s colder out there than you know

Button up before you go

Down in the kitchen I am improvising recipe rules

Banging on pots with the handle of a wooden spoon

The milk is going sour and my voice is going out of tune

All the elements are here

Fire, water, blood and fear

It’s colder out there than you know

Button up before you go